Luyện nghe bài hát Epsilon

I feel like this is just a to an end.
Does it hold any as I reach the end?
to memory, final reality.
When I'm awake or both are all but a dream.
of this life is something certain for me.
Lost to memory, reality.
Sifting of time, drifting, falling away.
Sense of finality, fate is on me.
What is the purpose of death, live, learn, die forget?
I'm lying awake, only sleep when I'm dead.
Lost to memory, reality.
memories.
I'm temporary, to contain.
Like Epsilon, my finality is out the way.
What have I
What I forget?
Monumental rhythm of life is out the beat of the dead,
but might it all end, without a
to memory, final reality.
Speed Of
day grows quicker as I breathe.
Or is it that every seems to get shorter?
Racing at the of life.
So much to do, so time.
I want to win this race.
Heading to my grave.
showing signs of natural decay from living my life.
No way to slow the of time.
Of this I am sure you live, you die.
infancy to my old age.
day of life.
Another of the page.
Racing at the of life.
So to do, so little time.
Heading to my grave.
Is it me, is it all in my head?
Rather a fight to ascend an easy descent.
Do you ever get the feeling you're in some of race?
Each day has more to offer, there's no time to play.
One mine I'm a child, the I am a man.
And fate, it pushes my life, the fastest it can.